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Randy Newman Dixie Flyer Lyrics

Last updated: 04/10/2012 11:00:00 AM

I was born right here, November '43
My dad was a captain in the army
Fighting the Germans in Sicily.
My poor little momma
Didn't know a soul in L.A.
So we went down to the Union Station and made our getaway.
Got on the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams.
Her own mother came to meet us at the station,
Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine
She cried when her little girl got off the train.
Her brothers and her sisters come down from Jackson, Mississippi
In a great green Hudson driven by a Gentile they knew.
Drinkin' rye whiskey from a flask in the back seat
Tryin' to do like the Gentiles do
Christ, they wanted to be Gentiles, too.
Who wouldn't down there, wouldn't you?
An American Christian, God damn!
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Back to her friends and her family in the land of dreams
On the Dixie Flyer bound for New Orleans
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams
Across the state of Texas to the land of dreams.

Thanks to dixie.flyer94@gmail.com for submitting Dixie Flyer Lyrics.



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Whew | Reviewer: D | 4/10/12

I'm so glad to finally find a comment in regards to the Dixie Flyer not moving out of CA. I've spent hours trying to find history of it...and, obviously, never did. I thought I was searching incorrectly. Poor me...Randy's lyrics was my history.

Dixie Flyer on the wrong track? | Reviewer: Dennis Noyes | 2/10/11

The song is beautiful, but the Dixie Flyer never ran out of LA. The Flyer ran for 80 years out of Dearborn Street Station in Chicago. Marty Robbins has a song about the Flyer on its southern run. It was the train that carried Al Capone to prison in Atlanta. At one time it ran all the way to Florida. A great old train...I heard it daily growing up in Hoopeston, Illinois. I am glad the romantic name found its way into this song, but the Flyer never saw LA.